Chapter 14 heard music late at night
It must be your finger again,
flicking,
In this deep night, dense sorrow;
I couldn't help but blushed on my cheeks,
listen
The vividness of Xianzi in the middle of the night.
A voice that passes through my heart,
so bleak
I understand, but how can I respond?
Life has long defined her pattern,
too weak
It is people's beautiful imagination.
Unless there is such a day in the dream,
you and me
Let's pull the string of hope together.